Natural Talent

[UROC1991]

Preface:

"Have you ever thought about it?" Michelle asks me, still cleaning off my chest.

"Doing porn? Seriously? I don't think I really have what it takes to do porn."

"Come on Jay, you'd be great! Sure, you aren't the biggest guy ever, or the most attractive, but you are so naturally enthusiastic when you orgasm, and with all that cum, there's no way you wouldn't succeed."

"You don't have to remind me that I have a small dick-"

"Seven inches isn't small!"

"-or even mention the fact that I'm ugly. I still don't think anyone would want to watch me having sex!"

"You'd be surprised, I think, by what people like. Plus, you'd at least be making enough to buy that new computer you need. Maybe, if they really like you, you can even pay for tuition!"

"But I don't really know how comfortable I'd be with people watching me have sex."

"Just fill out the online application someplace, it'll be easy, and if you're not right for the job, they won't pick you."

"Ok, I guess there's no harm in applying. I'll do it tomorrow."

"That's my boy, now ready for round two?"

 

[UROC1991]

Author’s Note:
I guess that’s how it all got started. I had never even considered that my life could take the path of a pornstar’s, but that certainly isn’t the case. A lot has changed about me, my friends, and everything around us in the past few years. I suppose it was a lot of fun. I mean, I saw Boogie Nights, and that all looked like it would be a lot of fun, at least at first, so I gave it a try. It was nothing like Boogie Nights. I have no regrets. I hope you enjoy the story, I hope I can help put you in the same positions, and help you to appreciate everything it has to offer.

--J

Chapter 1:

The day after Michelle and I had that little post-coital discussion about porn applications, she was already setting the sites up on my computer. I still hadn’t gotten out of bed yet.

“Come on, you promised you’d fill these out today!”

“First of all, Michelle, I don’t remember actually promising anything. Secondly, it’s super early in the morning! Can’t I just do them later?”

“Nope, I’ve got everything set up and ready for you to answer.”

“But... but I’m so comfy in my bed!” I whined. And it worked to my advantage, almost.

“Ok, I’ll fill them out for you. Spell your first and last names.”

“You can’t do that?” I mean, we’ve been friends for a year, and casual fuck buddies since the beginning of the month, don’t you know my name? I bite my tongue though, “J-A-Y-S-O-N Jayson, P-A-P-A-Z-O-G-L-A-K-I-S Papazoglakis.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you were so Greek! Is that why David calls you “Pops?”

“Mmhmm,” I mumble, without removing my head from under the covers. I’m not really in the mood for this right now. And I’m barely Greek. It’s just my paternal grandfather’s name that’s been passed down to Poles and Germans and so such ethnic scum, as he would have said.

“OK,” Michelle begins with the questions again. “Nearest major airport?”

“Uh... JFK, I guess”

“Age?”

“19”

“They also want your birthdate.”

“July 6th, 1990”

“Height and Weight?”

“5’11”, 165”

“Measurements?”

“What, for my dick?”

“I guess. They have two lines.”

“Ok, 7” long, 5” around.”

“Oh, please, I’m rounding those up a little. ‘Describe your pubic hair.’”

“I guess, trimmed.”

“Are you willing to travel, expenses paid?”

“I guess”

“Have you any previous ‘modeling’ experience?”

“Modeling? Haha, nope, no modeling.”

“A lot of these next ones I can fill in. Let me see here...race?”

“You can figure out a bunch of them, but not that I’m white? I’m sure olive-skinned isn’t an option, so...caucasian”

“Sexual Preference?”

“Straight. Mostly straight, anyway.”

“Yeah, they don’t have a mostly button, so I’m gonna go ahead and put ‘straight.’

“Shoe Size?”

“12”

“Current Occupation?”

“Student”

“Are you masculine, somewhat masculine, or not masculine at all?”

“What do you think?”

“Somewhat, ok. Piercings or Tattoos... no. T-shirt size?”

“Medium”

“Waist and Inseam?”

“30-34”

“Is ‘lean and toned’ a good way to describe your body?”

“I guess if there’s no other appropriate option.”

“Ok, and where would you like me to check off that you have body hair. Definitely legs, arms, armpits. What else? The options are ‘chest, legs, back, arms, armpits, ass.’”

“I guess put chest. There’s not a lot but it’s still pretty significant. And ass. Oh boy, there’s a lot of ass hair down there.”

“And I’ll just leave facial hair unchecked, because stuff like that can change pretty quickly. The rest you can fill out yourself and then just click enter and you’re on your way to stardom!”

“Ok, but what now. Are you coming back to bed for a little mid-morning snack? And by snack I mean my penis?”

“Haha... no. Actually, I’m gonna try and get you out of this filthy frat house and down to the diner for breakfast. You have to get some greens in your diet instead of just smoking them! You need to be in perfect physical shape if you’re gonna get this job!”

While preparing for breakfast I figured out where, if I got this job, it would leave my friendship with Michelle. It disturbed me that she got this idea all of a sudden, that she could be fucking a pornstar, that her sorority could say they know a pornstar, that my brothers in DU could report to potentially pledging students that “yes, there is a pornstar in our fraternity.” It started as a joke, and suddenly it seems like a lot is riding on me getting this “Modeling” job.

Other than filling out the remaining info, and uploading a few photos of myself, the porn job never really factored into my life for the next two weeks. They were the last two weeks before I started selling my body for money on camera. I put it dramatically, of course, but this is a story! I had my two weeks of drinking, smoking, fucking, partying, and classes I guess before everything changed.

 

[bobg4400]

Your stories are awesome. I just hope that now you've started this one you won't neglect the others.
You are definitely one of the best writers on here.

 

[long legs]

Your story is well written and a very good start. Did he have to state his circumcision status?